Chapter 2230: Looking for the skin with the tiger

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The construction site is noisy, and 50,000 builders are in full swing!

"Golden City" quietly rises!

Originally there were 10,000 migrant workers in this city, but it quickly increased to 40,000. Among them, 20,000 were Asan, and 10,000 were migrant workers from the Eighth Elementary School in China, namely from Wa, North Korea, Ryukyu, Annan, Myanmar, Migrant workers in Siam, Cambodia and Laos.

Soon after the South China Army arrived in South Africa, migrant workers came one after another, demonstrating the imperial military's confidence in winning this war.

From seeing the new land that the Chinese have acquired, and hearing about the huge wealth in the new land, everyone is envious!

In particular, the Chinese promulgated a new regulation among them, that is, to double their naturalization index. Suddenly, the enthusiasm of those migrant workers in their work is soaring, showing that you are vying to catch up!

With just one move, the migrant workers exploded with tremendous power.

The progress of the project is publicized, which makes the Chinese civilian workers feel pressured and speeds up the progress of the project.

The newly-built city wall stands tall, the various construction sites are in full bloom, the scene is crowded with people, vehicles passing by and flags flying, creating a busy scene.

Beautiful resettlement houses rose from the ground, and major projects are progressing smoothly. From above-ground buildings to underground mines, from various supporting projects in the mining area to public services, the construction starts in a strong and orderly pulsation, and the construction scene with pillars is in full swing. Roll out.

The Chinese not only built houses, but also repaired roads, the road from Jinyang City to the sea, and all the roads were built there for a thousand miles.

In addition to migrant workers, there are also military workers who build roads.

"Bang!" As Mu Zhengyuan, commander of the eighth battalion of the South China Empire South Africa Corps Project, pulled the trigger, a black skin was killed by him, and a large group of black skins swarmed behind him.

The sound of his gun was the signal, and Mu Zhengyuan’s comrades shot quickly.

The roar of gunfire, and the explosion of bombs.

The black uncles' attack power was as weak as B. They had spears and shields, but they didn't even have bows and arrows.

Their courage is commendable. Facing the tube lighted by my Chinese comrades, they actually dare to charge.

The tube erupted a deadly flame, and the shotgun swept them, knocking them all to the ground.

The vitality is very tenacious, even if there are blood holes all over the body, they will not die.

The Chinese men made up their knives one by one and stabbed them to the ground with a bayonet.

Although the hundreds of people led by Mu Zhengyuan were engineers, they were not at all ambiguous when they killed them. After a while, the black uncles on the ground were all rotten!

baffling!

Mu Zhengyuan and his comrades were building roads, but they didn't expect to rush to a group of black uncles and shout at them.

What was being said, Mu Zhengyuan could not understand, and no one could understand.

So Mu Zhengyuan killed them all and continued to repair his road.

but!

Soon after, another group of black-skinned uncles came in, and Mu Zhengyuan killed them again, and then they continued to build the road.

Here comes a group of black-skinned uncles, and another group of black-skinned uncles... Mu Zhengyuan killed them again and again.

When the reinforcements arrived, they found that the engineers had killed hundreds of black skins, and only injured two people!

It was **** everywhere, the corpses were piled up together, and the fishy anger came over.

It is very convenient to dig graves for Uncle Heipi, because they are engineers!

"Are you really engineers?" Fang Jianping, head of the 112th Infantry Regiment who came to aid, asked Mu Zhengyuan, and he answered yes.

"I think you are butchers! Successful transfer!" Fang Jianping congratulated them.

Mu Zhengyuan shrugged and said, "Inexplicable butcher!"

He didn't understand who was provoking him. He led his troops into the jungle to build a road. Uncle Heipi rushed in waves, and the engineer had to be converted to a combatant and attacked the attacking Uncle Heipi.

Even the engineers are equipped with plenty of guns and ammunition. In addition to no guns, they include lances and bomb barrels, as well as cold weapons such as bows and arrows, machetes, and axes. The armor is also compatible with people.

Engineers have also received rigorous combat training. They remain vigilant during operations, with their guns on the sidelines.

Uncle Black with poor equipment and poor tactics attacked them, which was really a gift.

The food delivery continued, and another wave of uncles with black skin arrived. This time the officers and soldiers of the eighth battalion of the project did not shoot, watching the newly arrived translator Liu Hongxin perform.

The translator was so good. He used Latin, Dutch, Portuguese, Spanish, Italian, and a bunch of local language to speak with a bunch of laughter, and the officers and soldiers of the Eighth Battalion were stunned.

effective!

Uncle Heipi did not attack, they found an old Heipi and talked with the translator.

The translator was bold and came to the center on both sides to talk to the old black skin.

There was a strong accent in the old Heipi’s words, and Liu Hongxin had to talk to him, and then he came back to report to Fang Jianping and Mu Zhengyuan: "That old man can speak Portuguese, and he has learned from the Portuguese before. ."

"What did he say?" Fang Jianping asked.

Liu Hongxin said, "The old man said that they are from a certain tribe, and their king wants to invite us to be guests. Those people..." The translator Liu Hongxin said with a spear and a shield, "Here we are!" "

"Invite us like this!" Fang Jianping and Mu Zhengyuan laughed.

After laughing, Mu Zhengyuan thought about it, it is really possible to invite him.

The opponent's offensive is not strong, and he really wants to run or assemble to charge. His manpower is insufficient and there is a lot of pressure.

The Uncles Heipi were not intent on killing, they only yelled at them, but they were killed by Mu Zhengyuan!

Fang Jianping waved his hand and said, "Go and tell him that he wants to talk to us and call their king to come, otherwise the talk will be avoided!"

"Okay!" Liu Hongxin nodded and talked with the old black skin in the past.

Lao Hei Pi first shook his head and refused, but Liu Hongxin talked as soon as you liked to talk.

Mu Zhengyuan didn't wait for him to come, and ordered the officers and soldiers to be busy with them, while the colonel Fang Jianping and his thousands of troops stood by as a protection.

Mu Zhengyuan asked: "Colonel Fang, are you going to use you this time?"

"You are at war with the black skin, and the military department is afraid of losing, so we sent us!" Fang Jianping said.

It turned out that due to the wealth of the South China Empire, there were many missions to fight outside. The combat missions that generally belonged to the guard and protection were given to the Imperial Army to save valuable military strength. A while ago, the Eighth Battalion of the Project also accepted a certain unit of the Imperial Army. protection.

Mu Zhengyuan invited Fang Jianping to the camp to sit down and drink tea. After two hours, Sergeant Fei reported that the **** uncle was approaching!

So Fang Jianping and Mu Zhengyuan both mobilized urgently to prepare for battle.

When they arrived at the front, they saw a black-skinned fat man sitting in a sedan chair coming after the black-skin's shouts and hugs.

He is very fat~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The bearer who is carrying the sedan chair is sweaty, which is rare in Africa.

Due to malnutrition, the black uncle is generally thinner and less fat.

"The sedan chair we sold!" Mu Zhengyuan said.

"Yes!" Fang Jianping said.

The sedan chair stopped and lowered slightly. The big fat man stepped on the black-skinned back sedan chair who was kneeling on the ground. He was very arrogant, but he didn't know that there were at least ten sniper rifles aiming at him in the South China Army!

The old black skin next to him spoke, and the translator Liu Hongxin went over to listen and came back to preach: "The Supreme King Ulungu wants to hire us to fight for them and defeat another tribe!"

"Hire us to fight for them?" Fang Jianping and Mu Zhengyuan couldn't help but laugh strangely.

Is it a quest for a tiger's skin?

However, Fang Jianping and Mu Zhengyuan were a little uncomfortable seeing what people showed up!